I love Kansas storms. So majestic and powerful!
When I was a child and fearful of storms, my Father would sing Psalm 29 to me. He told me I was a son of The Mighty. Mighty - Majestic - Glory - Splendor - Holiness. A storm is the voice of Jehovah, who blesses his people with peace.
This picture, by John Steuart Curry, always hung in our home. My Dad knew Curry and visited with him as he painted the huge tableaus in the Topeka Capitol building.